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Just Us (part 3)
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Just Us – Part 3
Because it’s been so long …
(part 2 – http://fanfiction.l-word.com/story/25195/page1.html)
(part 1 – http://fanfiction.l-word.com/story/24044/page1.html)
You were there when I needed you
You were there when the skies broke wide, wide open
A promise or a dare
I would jump if I knew you’d catch me
You were never here.
Bette grimaced to herself as she smoothed the long elegant lines of her suit, after a long day in meeting after meeting it still fared pretty well. She strode confidently up the front path of an elegant West LA townhouse, more than a little perturbed by the fact that she’d allowed herself to be talked in to an evening get-together outside of her usual family circle.
“What?” Alice had asked the day before, her hands doing the typical thing they did when she knew she was pushing someone but wanted to appear unassuming, “It could be good for you?”
Bette frowned, “Good for me? … What’s ‘that’ supposed to mean,”
“Just that you haven’t really seen anyone since Jodi,” offered Shane, keen to stay out of it but also keen to see her friend start moving along, “and Tina’s been ‘trying’ the whole dating thing, maybe it’s time you did the same,”
“I don’t want to ‘date’,” replied Bette, melancholy, “I’ve forgotten how to ‘date’, or everyone out there’s half my age or something,”
“Shut up!” said Alice, not standing for Bette being down on herself, “you’re a hot Momma, what woman wouldn’t want you?”
Shane merely shrugged, before seeing that Alice was looking for more energetic enthusiasm than that, “Right, right … hot Momma, sure,”
Bette chuckled, “Thanks, I think,”
It helped a bit, to see Shane’s nonchalance at her inner struggle, should she or shouldn’t she? An ongoing battle which began just a few days before when she ran into Leigh Ostin.
“Bette!”
Bette stopped and turned, recognising the soft, smooth voice of the young sculptress she’d once crushed over,
“Leigh!” they exchanged a warm embrace, “how are you?”
Leigh grinned, “I’m good thanks, actually … great,” she paused to flash a simple white gold band upon the ring finger of her left hand in front of Bette’s face, “I’m engaged …”
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that was bloody fantastic…i need to calm down a bit before i write anything further…*falls off couch*
i love how bette is dealing with her control issues in this one…how she’s coming round to seeing how she should move on with her life. fantastic post babe, absolutely wicked good. i have more to say, but want to re-read first. you get a thousand kisses from me for writing this:)
oops, i just embarassed us both. sorry:)
This story is fabulous. I love it. I love the interaction between these two. I can’t wait until the next post.
I am so loving this!!!!!! The way B&H are together is so great!!!! Thanks PPVS
Very very nice. I am so glad helebette convinced you to write another installation. I love your little snippets. I love how you write them together despite your Tibette heart. Now I will have to go back and read the last two. Woe is me.
Who’s that fool damning with faint praise and falling off the couch? *g* This was more than just ‘bloody fantastic’ I think you just revolutionised the Belena manifesto! ROFL
i’m with halfofone! revolution! i tell you, you’re my favorite writer e.v.e.r…and i am not a fool when it comes to that. just when it comes to…other stuff. this is just so well written, the whole series really. ironically, it has inspired me to write some tibette tonite. *giggles*
Must. Take. Cold. Shower. That was amazing. You truly write well…it’s amazing…as you can tell I’m quite speechless.
fabulous, bloody fabulous…honey, you need an oscar…just continue to make it “do what it do”…and PPS..PLEASE!
Gee, I guess I’m a little late to the party. I blame Leigh for not extending the invitation earlier. Or maybe I should blame you for not posting before I had to split for my usual Sunday rounds of visiting family. Very nice to see you again, don’t be such a stranger. Of course I agree with everyone. Have you revived helebette yet? And don’t forget London Town. Just because you have a demanding career is no excuse to ignore your public.
I’m back. I guess it’s only fair that I give you some grief over having the American Bette speak British as I do it to a couple of other authors here all the time. American suspenders go over the shoulders and hold up pants. (And yes, HB has made me aware of what ‘pants’ means in Britspeak). Helena can call the intimate apparel holding up her hose (no, not the kind you water your garden with) as suspenders, but to Bette they’d be garters/garter belt. Christ, just a couple of key strokes and you could give us a good excuse, like Bette spent a year in England as an exchange student or something. Now don’t get your knickers in a knot over this.
Well funnyone, I for one am *very* glad you cleared that up because braces (as we call the over the shoulder trouser holding up thingies here) are NOT very sexy at all … *grin*
I’m learning to translate things immediately, so i had no problem with the suspender issue…though, sweety, i must say, i *do* have suspenders that are rather sexy…as in the over the shoulder variety…i used to wear them in hanging down with a white tank top, like the rhiannah S.O.S. video. lol..i like your version of suspenders better though;)
Totally delicious. I am glad you listen to requests. PPS.
I’m glad you took that so well, sofa. It’s a pet peeve of mine, unless one is attempting to speak with tongue in cheek, in which case it might be utterly incomprehensible. Sounds like HB’s recovered enough to pick herself up off the floor. Maybe she needs to be suspended from the ceiling to prevent further falls.
i’m sorry, what is your pet peeve funnyone? someone’s tongue in your cheek, or an otherwise naked woman wearing suspenders? i’m confused…and i’m not sure i believe you either way. *snickers and runs away*
Why, neither, you little scamp! It’s been a while, but I have rather fond memories of tongues in cheeks, fore and aft, if you know what I mean. And while I’ve tended not to be so into the lingerie thing, prefering a more direct, just get rid of the underwear (if any) approach, if it’s merely a matter of A GARTER BELT and nothing else, I really don’t see an obstacle. I just find Americans speaking (posing) as though they are English to be precious, rather like middle-class, suburban white kids here in the corn-fed midwest trying to sound ‘ghetto’.
LOL … ok, in future I’ll have Bette have been suitably schooled in the ways of mine and Helena’s ‘Englishisms’ .. so as to avoid confusion, it’s hard for us poor Brits you know … wondering what weird thing you guys call apparel we know and understand so well ….. *wink*
Oh and you know, *pants* …. are underpants, always have been always will be, to call my trousers my underpants confuses me daily, in more ways than one !!!!
schooled in what way, dear? will helena be her teacher? teacher…oh dear…*falls off couch again* fyi, i have started refusing to call my slacks pants now. it’s even more confusing for me because i’m neither american nor british…c’est la vie, c’est la vie. (back to thinking about helena as some kind of school teacher)
You kids have fun, cause I’m the one heading off for school now. Pretty sure there won’t be any instructors remotely resembling Helena.
VERY nice addition, please continue soon.
Funnyone I’m so glad you explained that garter vs suspension thing. I knew what she meant but was thrown off by it.
Hello, I have just discovered this thanx to hb, but I don’t want to intrude. I am very glad funny cleared up the suspenders thing, I was confused all the way through but my god this was hot. I think that those who write scorching hot belena should like TELL people so that people would KNOW! Hello sofa I am friend and giver of hard time to hb, who apparently you know already. :)